Although the Third Action Team of the Civil Special Committee is not the most capable special action team, there are many teams with stronger overall strength than them.
They are not the team with the strongest execution ability, because they always make mistakes. But they are the most energetic team, and they do everything in a hurry. At this moment, they are driving a Qindao commercial vehicle on the road in Xiangjiang.
"Senior Brother, this driving position is opposite to ours. I'm really not used to it." Ishikawa Road, the old man driving the car
"Can it be opened? If it can't be opened, then replace it." Boss Feng Yi said stiffly.
"It can be driven. But, senior brother, where are we going?" This question stopped everyone in the car, and they came out in a hurry. Where can I find someone in a place I am unfamiliar with?
"Outside the quiet village, there is a group of stupid kids. They were born in the 1990s and came to the city in their teens. They are not afraid of the sun..." Suddenly, the song came to mind in the back of the carriage.
This is a new song by Xiangjiang King, but it is particularly harsh to the ears of Feng Linhuoshan and others.
"Second brother, stop singing, it's too noisy."
"Oh, bow to the sky, don't worry about it, God has his own arrangements..." The singing has not stopped yet.
"I didn't sing." Lin Xiao said inexplicably. Suddenly everyone felt something was wrong. Someone else came out of the car.
Ishikawa slammed on the brakes and stopped the car. The four people in the car moved almost at the same time. Yan Shuang and Lin Xiao, who were sitting in the back row, attacked the back row almost at the same time.
The boss Feng Yi opened the passenger seat and jumped out of the car and came to the back of the car. But there was no one in the back seat of the car.
Someone was talking to the co-pilot in front of the car at this moment.
"Senior brother, senior sister, the problem-solving master asked me to come." After hearing this, several people were relieved and their vigilant expressions disappeared, but immediately shame and anger flooded their faces, and in an instant, several people were discouraged at the same time. .
They had heard about this junior brother, some kind of three-way monk. They were a little disdainful at first, but now that they were meeting for the first time, the junior brother easily made everyone happy.
"Master asked me to come and take you to find someone." The senior brother asked after getting in the car.
"Who to go to?"
"The liaison person of the National People's Special Committee in Hong Kong... Let's go, brothers... The river flows eastward, the stars in the sky are like the Beidou, let's go when we say... ." A tuneless but extremely heroic singing voice sounded in the carriage again.
... Ma Decai looked at Gong Gangsheng, who was surrounded by a group of reporters carrying various guns and cannons, at the entrance of the administrative building in front of him, and scratched his head. The reporters in this place were really exaggerated and too aggressive. .
"Everyone, be quiet. We haven't received any news about what you just said. I hope everyone will leave first. We will verify the situation and report any news to you." At this moment, a reporter asked sharply
"I would like to ask the spokesperson why so many of us have received the news, but your police know nothing about it. Can the personal safety of our Xiangjiang citizens still be entrusted to you?" Gong Gangsheng glared sharply after hearing this. Take a look at this female reporter.
"Everything our police say or do must rely on evidence. Now we have not received any news, nor have we received any calls from anyone. How can we say some irresponsible words to everyone? Don't worry, as long as we It has been verified and it is indeed true. We will go all out to solve the case and save people. This is our responsibility." Gong Gangsheng said righteously
"I would like to ask, if these big shots are really kidnapped, what impact will it have on the stock market in Hong Kong?"
"You should ask the Securities Regulatory Office about this question...Okay, let's disperse, let's disperse..." As soon as Gong Gangsheng finished speaking, the crowd really dispersed. Still a little strange, I saw that all the reporters had surrounded an open space in front of me.
Gong Gangsheng and Ma Decai also stepped forward to check, and found a bloody old man on the ground.
"This is Mr. Li, the former chairman of Trillion Group."
"Is someone dead?"
"Mr. Li is dead."
"The news is indeed true." In an instant, the group of reporters exploded. Upon seeing this, Ma Decai immediately felt the pulse of the person lying on the ground.
Gong Gangsheng began to call his colleagues to evacuate the crowd. After a while, Ma Decai raised his head and shook his head towards Gong Gangsheng.
The crowd went crazy again.
"Mr. Li is dead, hurry up and take pictures, headlines, we have today's headlines."
"There's a dead person, there's a dead person at the door of the Public Security Bureau." When these reporters saw the dead people, some were excited, some were angry, and some were gloating, but none of them were afraid.
Gong Gangsheng came to Ma Decai and whispered:
"Jockey game, this is bad."
"Yes, this is their demonstration and it can't be suppressed."
"What should we do now?"
"You report it first, remember to report one thing after another, don't listen to others' opinions, and try to survive today. I will go back immediately to report the situation here."... Jian Wen drove in. A mansion on the top of the mountain, No. 28 Taiping Avenue on the top of the mountain. This is the residence of the Zhang family in Xiangjiang. Zhang Nian'er jumped out of the car as soon as the car parked. The drive was suffocating her to death. Jian Wen was driving intently without saying a word. Huo Huiling didn't like to communicate with others. The cold eldest sister Zhang Yuanmei, the gloomy fifth sister Zhang Yuanhe, and the serious seventh uncle. No one said a word along the way. Zhang Nian'er felt that the whole carriage was about to get knotted. It was freezing and it was driving her crazy.
They had already contacted the host before arriving. Although Zhang Ruian looked anxious, he was already waiting at the door to greet him.
Before Zhang Ruian could exchange greetings after walking into the door, Zhang Yuanmei glanced at the people behind him. Uncle Qi and Zhang Yuanhe understood and immediately closed the door.
Zhang Yuanmei's right hand shook slightly, and a sword fell out from his sleeve. The sword was long and slender, with a very short frame. There was a beautiful little beast at the sword's head, which looked like a bird and a dragon. Looking at it, Like a phoenix with dragon veins.
Zhang Nian'er knew that this was her sister's sword, and the sword was named Chaofeng. Zhang Yuanmei put her sword across Zhang Ruian's neck and said
"Say! Who are you, where is my brother-in-law Zhang Ruian?"... There was a commercial vehicle parked a few hundred meters away from No. 28 Taiping Road on the top of the mountain. Zhang Qilu looked at another villa.
"Whose house does this house belong to?" Zhang Qilu asked Lu Huanxi replied
"Ask other questions, I don't know. I really know this one. No. 74, Taiping Avenue, Peak. This is a haunted house. The two previous owners died here, and the cause of death was unknown. In the past two years, this house It was bought by a big star, but he has never come to live in it. I heard that he is going to knock it down and rebuild it.”
"There are several top players here."
"Brother, are you saying they locked people up here?"
"Yes."
"Then we want to fight in?" After hearing this, everyone in the car was eager to give it a try and geared up.
"Wait a minute, there are some familiar smells here, some of our acquaintances." Just when everyone was nervous, Zhang Qilu's mobile phone suddenly rang.
Hang up the phone on Zhang Qilu Road
"Happy, let's go to Yuanyang. Muzishan has found someone there."
"Brother, what should we do with the people here?"
"Those people from Qimen are here. The hostages should be fine for the time being." Neither Zhang Qilu nor Zhang Yuanmei knew that Zhang Qilu had not seen each other since he was born in twelve years, six months and twenty-nine days. The mother and son just passed each other.
